As I stand,
feeling the rain;
flowing over me,
washing away my pain.
The wind blows cold,
my skin turns old.
With every passing day,
I am fading away.
The rain kisses my face,
feeling so cold;
reminiscent of the memories,
that I hold.
In an attentive gaze,
through a mental haze.
Just another dying day,
I am fading away.
As I read your poems I can picture mine for I write poems like yours, yours reminds me so much of mine, I love this poem, it's beautiful. Alisha
Joshua, Awesome poem. I felt those days and you have captured them perfectly. Those are the days we wished we could die but motivate us to stay alive and make a legacy. Awesome! Lisa
Invisibility only removes you from seen pain...Take Care of the unseen
This reminds me of some of my earlier stuff... (Not that you can get much earlier at 16..) These days it's more morbid and depressing... I like the imagery in this one. Most of your poems have amazing imagery. I can actually see what you describe. Beautifully written.
i really liked this poem, spiclly in the frist part when u said. as i stand feeling the rain flowing over me, washing away my pain.. i really liked it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem.. Asma...